If I decide to swallow your words to the back of my throat

will you watch me choke

hold it in so my lungs collapse

my dreams will blanket my heart

I'll find our ocean

I'll find our sleeping sunrise

I still cry

I still dream

The wayward stars will guide my hands

my fingers outstretched to our lonely constellation

Only a warm breeze and collapsing sands to catch my falling figure

No eloquence can be found in these parting words

I pray your ears shall find

You are beautiful

and I am alone




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